Grand Central

I don't know anything, my life's an open field

I feel like a paper cut dissolving in a stream

The water around me comes flooding in my heart

I don't have anyone to bail me out

You can't see anything when you're staring at the stars

In the grand central station of our past

I couldn't catch the future, so quickly did it come

Substract at least half of me from inside out

The ghosts of bright lights come walking in our doors

Take at least half of us or a little more (or a little more)

Or a little more (or a little more)

Or a little more (or a little more)

Or a little more (or a little more)

I, I

I can't sleep anymore, my life's a marble arch

The sun is a paper train burning in our church

The shadows around me come flooding in my heart

I don't have any way to keep them out

The ghosts of bright lights come walking in our doors

Take at least half of us or a little more (or a little more)

Or a little more (or a little more)

Or a little more (or a little more)

Or a little more (or a little more)

The ghosts of bright lights come walking in our doors

Take at least half of us or a little more (or a little more)

The ghosts of bright lights come walking in our doors

Take at least half of us or a little more (or a little more)

I'll always come through (or a little more, a little more)

Always come through

Always come through

Always come through

Always come through

Always come through